The Silent Scream Frozen For All Time, MacKenzie, My Angel Options

[Monique]

MacKenzie and her siblings, born feral around Sept 2002, hailed from a local animal services center. Their fate was slim and I decided to take the little family home to tame them and find them homes. MacKenzie was the first of her siblings who tamed and from that first step towards me, she and I were BFFs. Additionally, she started exhibiting many behaviors and mannerisms specific to my cat, Dominoe, who went to heaven in 2000. She even looked like Dominoe. For the last almost 12 years, I had the pleasure and honor to have both my girls by my side.

I lost my beloved MacKenzie, Friday evening, 11 July 2014, right after getting her home from gallbladder removal surgery that Thursday, 10 July. Her health had been failing for about a year and a half. Despite a period of reprieve in 2013, weight loss resumed late last year – early this year, and supportive therapies were having little success. She became very thin again, struggling with in appetence, and generally not participating in life. For the last few months, she moped around the house and mostly slept deep under the bed. To encourage her to eat, I would give her valium and canned food, including AD, to entice her to eat. She would rarely eat without the Valium. The first ultra sound in April 2013, showed a slight shadow in her gallbladder. This past June, the shadow was definitive, thus indicative of a stone or stones. As she was asymptomatic except for this test result, my vet and I decided to resume supportive therapies in March. It was becoming more and more difficult to medicate her. She was not happy; there was a haunting sadness in her eyes. I had not seen her sleep in her favorite spots for months. She remained in a depressed and wasted state.

Supported by my vet, I made the difficult decision for MacKenzie to have this surgery, hoping to restore her health while her vital signs and chemistry results were still good. She championed through the surgery and was recovering well. The gallbladder was removed; the surgeon found a stone the size of a pea (the gallbladder in a cat is only the size of a pecan). When I went to pick her up Friday afternoon, she felt very cold. Her temperature had dropped 5 degrees in about 4 hours, which was the last time her temperature was checked. She was transitioning from IV fluid support to tube feeding and fluids through her feeding tube. Not only was she very cold to the touch when I first saw her, she was weak and unable to walk. I sat with her wrapped in blankets and heating pads for an hour. Her temperature was up by a degree, all vital signs were good. She was still weak and not able to walk without stumbling, but the vet thought she was OK to go home given all the other positive vital signs.

Once home, I settled her in my upstairs bathroom, where I was going to rehabilitate her in the company of a little kitten, Ariel, who is also recovering from trauma. Within an hour MacKenzie was gone. The last time I checked on her, I shifted her position to get her comfortable as I noticed her breathing was a bit raspy. She stretched and took one more breath and was gone. The agony I felt was indescribable.

I have been involved in animal rescue for many years and have a large, mostly aging, multi-species animal household. Unfortunately, loss is a very real and frequent part of my life. Loss is never easy. Some loss is better to process than others; MacKenzie makes 10 for just this year. Losing MacKenzie is as heart wrenching as losing my Molly this past Jan. In many ways, she is my worst loss ever. My heart is broken and my brain is screaming to understand. An autopsy revealed an ailing heart. It is possible she had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (HCM) and perhaps her heart couldn’t process a blood clot or some residual stress from the surgery/anesthesia. Despite the fact that she championed through the surgery, something happened to cause the sudden death. Biopsy were submitted and provided no answers as to cause of death. They showed secondary organ issues from the malfunctioning gallbladder. Her pancreas was not well, her small intestine was inflamed and infected, her lymph nodes working over time, she was anemic from chronic disease... It has been an insane exercise to try and find answers and meaning while my own heart is barely beating. My will to live is only alive as many at home still depend on me.

I have read and re-read all of the things I have gathered about dealing with loss over the years. I have researched further and found this site and read extensively on it. My heart only aches more, and I now also feel the pain from everyone else.

Since losing MacKenzie, I have been in a silent, agonizing scream, seemingly frozen for all time. It has been only two weeks. I feel in some respects she has been gone forever for all the energy I have expended in cycling endlessly through blame, guilt, shame, anger. Mostly, just the gut-wrenching agony I felt when she slipped away as I tried to ease her position. Her final breath. My silent scream in slow motion. Assaults from very dark places. The futile attempts to revive her... OMG...

I see that painting, The Scream, like a movie reel stuck on one frame. I can't breathe.

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[moon_beam]

Hi, Monique, thank you so much for sharing with us how you're doing. Your support to the people on this wonderful forum is sincerely, genuinely, and deeply appreciated. Each of us are blessed to have the privilege of your comfort and encouragement. Still, it is important that you give yourself the time and opportunity to grieve for your beloved MacKenzie and other companions.

I know how you feel about "if I were a rich man" (borrowed from "Fiddler On The Roof") all the good that could be done for the precious souls who need a loving Forever Home. I know what it's like to grow up with bare necessities because a parent thought spending money on his wife and children was "squandering" (his exact word) his hard earned money. It is written "For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." There are people who treasure "things" that only money can buy and people who treasure the valuable gifts that only our hearts can measure. I am not financially wealthy, but I have always considered myself blessed with the precious gift of each of my companions, and have always tried to do my best for each of them with the resources available to me. This is all any of us can do whose treasure are the gifts of our companions. And we must celebrate the many people in our world who do try to ensure the well being of neglected, abused, and endangered creatures during their lifetime through their generous endowments of financial support and who leave a Living Legacy to continue their care.

I hope today is treating you and each of your precious companions kindly, Monique, and that you will have a peaceful evening blessed with your beloved MacKenzie's and all of your beloved companions' sweet Living Spirits to comfort you. Please know you are in my thoughts and prayers, Monique, and please let us know how you're doing.

Peace and blessings,
moon_beam

[Monique]

It's very true that everyone defines wealth differently. I do wonder about those who attach such meaning to material things, what is really missing...

I woke up completely exhausted and out of breath. I dreamed of MacKenzie. She was at the vet on an IV and was going to stay the night. The clinic was a total chaos, scenes of animals, supplies, stuff piled everywhere. The refrigerator door, I remember, had gallon Ziplock bags hanging somehow with fish swimming in it. Very odd. Somewhere in there was the staff and a smiling vet, completely unaffected by all the chaos and assured that MacKenzie would be fine. I was on my way home or driving, and desperate to find the vet's phone number to tell her I needed to pick MacKenzie up and care for her at home during the night, not leave her at the clinic. I couldn't find the number. Everything was warbled and confusing. I was breathless and extremely anxious. The more I struggled to find the phone number, the more panic stricken I became. I had to hurry. I was running out of time. And then I woke up...

Now if that dream doesn't explode the many desparations I feel about losing MacKenzie... And to remember a dream, for me, is very rare.

:'(